GHOST HORROR HEARTBREAKER: ‘Pink May’ by Elizabeth Bowen
‘Yes, it was funny,’ She said, “about the ghost.’–Elizabeth Bowen (Pink May)
‘Yes, it was funny,’ She said, “about the ghost.’–Elizabeth Bowen (Pink May)
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For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
–Edgar Allan Poe (Annabel Lee)
Trevor dear, I lied. But you’re right about one last thing. Lunaris does bring out the worst in me. –Jeffrey LeBlanc (Crimson Moon)
“Yes,” continued my friend, his eyes still fixed on the spot.
“But the strange thing is that I see the body lying on the top
of it. Of course,” continued Holger, turning his head on one
side as artists do, “it must be an effect of light. In the first
place, it is not a grave at all. Secondly, if it were, the body
would be inside and not outside. Therefore, it’s an effect of
the moonlight. Don’t you see it?”
“Perfectly; I always see it on moonlight nights.” –Francis Marion Crawford (For the Blood is the Life)
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And again the boat appeared and the Fay, but about the attitude of the latter there was more of care and uncertainty and less of elastic joy. She floated again from out the light and into the gloom (which deepened momently) and again her shadow fell from her into the ebony water, and became absorbed into its blackness. –Edgar Allan Poe (The Island of the Fay)
Bats flying! Flying!
In eternal night
From the river to the cave to wheel in the twilight.
–Jeffrey LeBlanc (Song of the Vampire Bats)
This is Edgar Allan Poe’s most horrific work! I was honored to narrate this Halloween classic!
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For all the rest of my life, in outward form I was to be that man! —H. P. Lovecraft (The Wicked Clergyman)
‘Forget the John. Just call me, Jack.’—Robert Bloch (Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper)
‘There were no marks of violence on the body; only that expression of horrific revulsion at unspeakable things.’ –(Amelia Reynolds Long)
Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.–William Butler Yeats (The Stolen Child)
With blood rilling heavily upon their faces, with the somnolent, vigilant, implacable and eyeless Shape at their heels, herding them on, restraining them when they tottered at the brink, the three began their second descent of the road that went down forever to a night-bound Avernus. –Clark Ashton Smith (The Dweller in the Gulf)